Since I'm so terribly long over-due for another chapter by my updating standards, I profusely apologize and hope that whatever I can come up with in the next few pages will be worth the wait. Hopefully.

In a telephone booth, somewhere in the heart of the city, approximately five blocks from Azula's present location…

After Jet had left the strangely beautiful and intensely rude girl, his head cleared. He remembered exactly what he was supposed to be doing and had thus rushed to the most private location in the area, a telephone booth. No one ever pays attention to people in telephone booths unless they intend to make a call with a pay phone. Pay phones had become obsolete in the day and age of the cell phone and thus very few phone booths remained on the city streets, let alone interesting ones. Phone booths were also known for peculiar things, and so a young man staring down at a golden key and reciting a strange poem in a phone booth in the middle of the night was not particularly odd, disturbing, or in anyway noteworthy. It was not even of particular interest to passersby when a square portal appeared in the phone booth that they paid no attention to and that the man in the booth of whom they paid no attention disappeared into that portal.

It so happened that Jet was not particularly good at using the key's magical properties for the key had a mind of its own. You see, the key was long ago created by the Great Wizards of Elderon. Now, the Great Wizards of Elderon were known for three things. First of course was the fact that they were by far the most superior wizard cult of their day and age. Second, they had horrendously large feet, which took quite a long time to wash. And third, their primary export was a particular type of magical curio that upon saying the proper rhyme would transport the rhymer to a desired location. However. The Great Wizards of Elderon were not known for a certain peculiar and very secret trait that each and every one of them possessed. The Great Wizards of Elderon had a strange and sadistic sense of humor. And it so happened that they had bestowed this humor upon their magical curios and thus the curios would also employ this sadistic logic.

As a result, the key which Jet had been given to use for a specific purpose was desperately intent on thwarting his schemes and promoting its own agenda. Jet had fallen through a second portal today and landed with a resounding smack on wet concrete.

Five blocks from Jet's previous location…

"What the hell?" Azula demanded as a somewhat familiar smack of a falling body echoed from behind her. She turned around to see Jet struggling to his feet. "Oh, shit," she muttered, quickly trying to merge with the surrounding crowd of people. No one else seemed to notice the young man falling from the sky.

Jet had heard Azula loudly ask "what the hell" and perked up instantly at her voice, though he did not know why. He righted himself and scanned the crowd for her. He spied her trying to squeeze into a resistant crowd of people.

At the magical theater…

"For our opening act," the loud speaker boomed, "we have Toph, the one-woman musical!"

The curtain opened and the crowd cheered loudly. Toph stood at the center of the stage. Her dress was long and sparkled green in the stage light. Her hair was let out for dramatic effect and flowed behind her. She opened her mouth and began to sing in a sweet voice:

Whenever I see someone

Less fortunate than I

(And let's face it - who isn't

Less fortunate than I?)

The crowd who tended to also be fans of the muscial known as "Wicked" clapped and cheered as Toph sang.

My tender heart

Tends to start to bleed

And when someone needs a makeover

I simply have to take over

I know I know exactly what they need

And even in your case

Tho' it's the toughest case I've yet to face

Don't worry - I'm determined to succeed

Follow my lead

And yes, indeed

You will be:

Toph flounced about the stage in a comical manner, making even those who had never even heard of the musical, or had heard of it but never seen it, laugh.

Popular!

You're gonna be popular!

I'll teach you the proper ploys

When you talk to boys

Little ways to flirt and flounce

I'll show you what shoes to wear

How to fix your hair

Everything that really counts

One song later…

The crowd clapped and Toph held up a hand to indicate that she was not done. The audience quickly became silent and watched her expectantly. Toph inhaled.

In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me

And speaks my name

And do I dream again?

For now I find

The phantom of the opera is there,

Inside my mind

Toph then switched to a deeper tone, impressing every single person in the audience.

Sing once again with me

Our strange duet

My power over you

Grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me

to glance behind

The phantom of the opera is there

Inside your mind

Back stage…

Zuko and Katara stood next to each other, both smirking yet in absolute awe. "She's brilliant, isn't she?" Zuko commented.

"Born to perform," Katara agreed. "How many musicals is she doing tonight?"

"Just one more, I think," Zuko said, trying to remember exactly what Toph had said earlier. "Uh………"

Katara laughed at his bizarre thinking expression.

"Oh yeah," Zuko exclaimed. "She was going to do a song from 'Bye Bye Birdie.'"

On stage…

Toph waited as the applause faded before she began the next song. Her face took on an expression of indignant anger. She knew the role of Rosie well.

Eight years, eight years,
That's how long I've wasted on him!
That's all, I'm through.
Albert dear, to put it sweetly,
To hell with you!

The audienece laughed but not for long as Toph quickly plunged into the song.

What did I ever see in him?

How did I ever get involved that way?

Now that it's over I can smile and say

What did I ever see in him?

Boy, I was way out on the limb.

Now that my feet are on the ground again,

Now that my senses have been found again,

What did I ever see in him?

She smiled bitterly out at the audience.

Is he tender?

No, he's not!

Is he thoughtful?

No, he's not!

Am I crazy?

What's he's got that I found so damned appealing?

Toph returned to the center of the stage to sing her final verse.

Do we need them? No, we don't!

Do we want them? No, we don't!

Will we leave them? No, we won't!

Tell me what did I say that for?

What did I ever see in him?

Toph ended the final note, the musicans played the last trill of music, and the audience plunged into the most astounding burst of applause known to man.

"THANK YOU! I'M HERE ALL NIGHT!" Toph shouted out to them and the curtain closed.

Tada. Alright, I gave the musical requests my best shot considering I've never seen Wicked or Phantom of the Opera. But I tried and if I've slaughtered them I'm sorry. I at least tried to end it with a musical I knew. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try not to slack off so much like I have been lately. Toodles.